Georgia, Georgia - Elliott Smith

Georgia Georgia

It’s been many miles

Since I’ve seen your fallen smile

Close up and personal

Your arsenal of excuses

You never told her

When you walked out on the savannah shoulder

With your veins all full of beer

Thinking well at least now everything is clear

But oh man

What plan

Suicide

It’s just not that much different from my own affair

Always cussing and crying

How about if you

Tell me something new

Tell me what will make you happy

Oh you

So deserve to be

There were protests and contests

Attitudes to cop

I want it all to stop

Three weeks ago you were all grace and charm

And now I know it was just a false alarm

Georgia Georgia

I can’t understand your sickness

You have no forgiveness

No attention left to pay

The quiet way you leave

And just forget it all

Just takes my breath away

How’s that supposed to make me feel

Yeah, well, how am I supposed to feel